Since I was very young, my dad has always encouraged me to write a book, but I'm not sure he ever expected it to be a coloring book.
I love the written word; I absolutely adore poetry, but my language is art. I speak in image, in color, in design.
So, when I started leaning more towards pen and ink line drawing a while back, the comments started pouring in..."You should create a coloring book".
I admit that up until the recent trends in adult coloring books, zentangles and malas exploded; the idea of making a coloring book wouldn't have really entered into my realm of thought.
But, there it was...a function for my current style of art. It made sense. It was a good idea. I hesitated.
When I first entertained the thought of an adult coloring book, my life was very busy and so I brushed it off as just another one of those things that might be "fun" to do whenever I got more free time (haha...what's that?!?)
Something is telling me that this experience is a new chapter in a life long journey, and isn't it fitting...it begins with a book?